HYLAS

You are welcome noble Sir. With all my heart, your leave Lady. A shrewd smart touch, which do's prognosticate A body keen and active, somewhat old, But that's all one: age brings experience And knowledge to dispatch. I must be better And nearer in my service, with your leave sir, To this fair Lady. Yf'aith you're welcome home; what news beyond seas? Still the admirer of their goodness with all my heart now I love a woman of her years, a pacer That lay the bridle in her neck will travel Forty, and somewhat fulsome is a fine dish, These young colts; are too sketish. Your fair cousin? I am and ass I do perceive now: a blind ass, a blockhead: For this is handsomeness, this that that draws us, Body and bones: o what a mounted forehead, What eyes and lips, what every thing about her? How Like a Swan she swims her pace, and bears Her silver breasts? this is the woman, she, And only she, that I will so much honour As to think worthy of my love, all older Idols I heartily abhor, and give to gunpowder, And all complexions beside hers, to Gypsies. Hark you Valentine, Is wild oats yet come over? As mad a worm as ere he was. I'll wait on you: Only a thought, or two. This last wench, I this last wench was a fair one: A dainty wench, a right one: a devil take it, What do I ail; to have fifteen now in liking Enough a man would think to stay my stomach, But what's fifteen, or fifteen score to my thoughts? And wherefore are mine eyes made, and have lights, But to increase my objects? this last wench Sticks plaguy close unto me: a hundred pound I were as close to her: if I loved now As many foolish men do, I should run mad. Done Thomasio. De be venew. Thou art not altered, They said thou Wertenberg all Monsieur. A found Convertite. By Lady, I have given a shrewd push at it, for as I take it, The last I fell in love with, scored sixteen. No surely, Nor any wise man I think; marriage? Would you have me now begin to be prentize, And learn to cobble other men's old boots? Where? can you tell me? Or if 'twere possible I might get a Maid, To what use should I put her? look upon her, Dandle her upon my knee, and give her sugar sops? All the new gowns i'th parish will not please her, If she be high bred, for ther's the sport she aims at, Nor all the feathers in the Friars. And begin a new order, Live in a dead men monument, not I sir, I'll keep mine old road, a true mendicant: What pleasure this day yields me, I never covet To lay up for the morrow: and me thinks ever Another men cook dresses my diet neatest. J have had such damsels J must confess. I am looking at her legs, prithee be quiet. A clean instep, And that I love a life: I did not mark This woman half so well before, how quick And nimble Like a shadow, there her leg showed: By the mass a neat one, the colour of her stocking, A much inviting colour. Pretty breeches, Finely becoming too. Well you shall hear more from me. By any means. Away then. Exeunt Where are the gentlewomen That should attend him, ther's the patent Me thinks these women. He must not touch it, It's present death. Where are these women I say? So long, and yet no bolting. Let they enter. Or meeting with the stygian humour. Forced with a cataplasm of crackers. Scour all before him, Like a Scavenger. I take it so, or shall be, for say the belly-ache Caused by and inundation of Peas-porridge, Are we therefore to open the port vein, Or the port Esquiline? And wilt thou be gone says to'ther? And who else? O. I would feign Talk with the gentlewomen. To what end? What other end came we along? Come then, Persuade your self. Despair not, it's not manly: one hours goodness Strikes off and infinite of ils. Oh rarely well. You spoke to me first. Your will be done Sir. Who shall answer this? May we discourse too On honourable terms? May we sing too? For ther's my masterpiece. But hark you one word Tom, we may be beaten. She has men enough, My head, my head, O my head's killed. Away with me for Gods sake, A Surgeon. A Surgeon. Exit all but Fiddler. I Care not for my broken head, But that it should be his plot, and a wench too, A lousy, lazy wench prepared to do it. I am resolved To call him to account, was it not manifest He meant a mischief to me, and laughed at me, When he lay roaring out, his leg was broken, And no such matter: had he broke his neck, Indeed 'twould never would grieved me: gallows gall him, Why should he choose out me? Well, if I live, I'll have a new trick for him. No, no, I will not fight. No upon better thought, I will not fight Same, But watch my time Yes faith Same, I love they even as well as ever I did, Nay, if my brains were beaten out, I must to they. Any woman Of what degree or calling. Of any age, from fourscore to fourteen boy, Of any fashion. Right. For those I love to lead me to repentance: A woman with no nose, after my surquedry, Shows Like King Philips moral, memento mori, And she that has a wooden leg, demonstrates Like Hypocrites, we halt before the gallows: And old one with one tooth, seems to say to us Sweet meats have sour sauce: she that's full of aches, Crumb not your bred before you taste your porridge, And many morals we may find. Let's consider, And hour or two, how I may fit this fellow. That at my danger. Exeunt. Music. I Have dogged his sister, sure 'twas she, And I hope she will come back again this night too: I Herd the doors clap: now, an't be thy will, wench By the mass she comes: you are surely melt fair gen tlewoman, I take it Mistress Doll, Sebastians daughter. How dare you walk so late so sweet: so weak guarded? Hark you. What if a man should kiss you? Her lips are monstrous rugged, but that surely Is but the sharpness of the weather: hark you once more, And in your ear, sweet Mistress, for you are so, And ever shall be from this hour: I have vowed it. By this white hand Doll. I have no maw to marriage, yet this rascal Tempts me extremely: will you marry presently? Nothing to night sweet? You'll follow? Kiss. Me thinks her mouth still Is monstrous rough, but they have ways to mend it, Farewell. Is there never a shop open? I'll give thee a pair of gloves Same. What dost thou think? By the mass but I am, all to be married, I am i'th order now Same. Even the sweetest woman, The rarest woman Samuel, and the lustiest, But wondrous honest, honest as the ice boy, Not a bit before hand, for my life, sirrah, And of a lusty kindred. The young gentleman and I are Like to be friends a gain, The fates will have it so. All wrongs forgotten. No, ther's the trick I owe him 'Tis done boy, we are fast faith, my youth now Shall know I am aforehand, for his qualities. None, but up and ride boy: I have made her no jointure neither, there I have paid him. She shall be, as I'll use her, And if she anger me, all his abuses I'll clap upon her Cassock. It's passed that Same, come, J must meet her presently, And now shalt see me, a most glorious husband. Mass 'tis she indeed How smart the pretty thief looks? morrow Mistress. Maids must do so, at first. Yes marry would I A little with your Ladyship. Doll, I would have you presently prepare your self And those things you would have with you, For my house is ready. And this night not to fail, you must come to me, My Friends will all be there too: For Trunks, & those things And household stuff, and clothes you would have carried To morrow, or the next day, isle take order: Only, What money you have, bring away with you, And Jewels: I, for adornment There's a bed up, to play the game in, Dorothy, And now come kiss me heartily. This Lady shall be welcome too. Your neighbour can resolve you. It may be so: Come, you may speak now boldly There's none but friends, Wench. Are not you my Wife? did not I marry you last night At St. Michaels Chapel? Are not you Mistress Dorothy, Thomas sister? God's precious; you'll make me mad; did not the Priest Sir Hugh that you appointed, about twelve a clock Tie our hands fast? did not you swear you loved me? Did not I court you, coming from this gentlewoman's? Be not so confident. Is the devil stirring? Well, go with me: for now I will be married. Exeunt Nay, I will find him. Nay then, good morrow, Now J perceive the knavery. Not I, by no means. I am very well sir. No. If you can love me, well. You must allow me another Mistress. Well, let's together then, a lusty kindred. She weeps boy.